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legionmissions2016-10-09 08:40 pm
jonesiseverywhere) wrote in legionmissions2016-10-09 08:40 pm
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[open] Six Feet Under in the Penalty Box
Who| Casey and YOU and murderers what go boo
What| Murderworld!
Where| Murderworld!!!
When| Log covers Day 1 and day 2 of the event
Warnings/Notes| Lots of open prompts, if you want to do something closed just note it in the subject line or let me know!
A.
Having a first aid kit was turning out to be a pretty good way of getting around. The people who for-absolute-sure weren't murderers saw his med stuff and let him through. Or sometimes he'd have to slap some healing gel or a bandage on a cut or hand over some stomach medicine or something, but he wasn't getting messed with as far as the victims went. It kinda made sense, actually. Casey'd seen enough doctors in the rink that he wouldn't mess with them either.
He figures he should save as much stuff as he can for the hero-types around here, but he hasn't actually met one that needs help yet. But it's also getting kind of late...
B.
"Ah, this is just like when aliens -but you know, like...bad aliens!- took over my city. This ain't nothin' I've never seen before."
It's kind of hard to tell who he's talking too, though it's definitely not himself. The acoustics are just weird around the Industrial Zone, that's all. After all, who watching wouldn't need some reassurance about crossing a skinny beam of rusty metal across a dark pit? The fact that Casey doesn't really want to do that at all but has no other way to get through the area? Has nothing to do with it.
At all.
C.
OK so you can't drive a truck through a tundra, even with snow tires. Apparently, the cold just shuts down the engine after a while. Getting stuck in a snowbank doesn't help either. One might have made the other worse, in fact.
He's not going to be able to get out of here without a car or a buddy, and he's out of nutrient pack. Hopefully someone with food or something comes through soon...
D. Wildcard! Forget it pals, this is Murderworld.
What| Murderworld!
Where| Murderworld!!!
When| Log covers Day 1 and day 2 of the event
Warnings/Notes| Lots of open prompts, if you want to do something closed just note it in the subject line or let me know!
A.
Having a first aid kit was turning out to be a pretty good way of getting around. The people who for-absolute-sure weren't murderers saw his med stuff and let him through. Or sometimes he'd have to slap some healing gel or a bandage on a cut or hand over some stomach medicine or something, but he wasn't getting messed with as far as the victims went. It kinda made sense, actually. Casey'd seen enough doctors in the rink that he wouldn't mess with them either.
He figures he should save as much stuff as he can for the hero-types around here, but he hasn't actually met one that needs help yet. But it's also getting kind of late...
B.
"Ah, this is just like when aliens -but you know, like...bad aliens!- took over my city. This ain't nothin' I've never seen before."
It's kind of hard to tell who he's talking too, though it's definitely not himself. The acoustics are just weird around the Industrial Zone, that's all. After all, who watching wouldn't need some reassurance about crossing a skinny beam of rusty metal across a dark pit? The fact that Casey doesn't really want to do that at all but has no other way to get through the area? Has nothing to do with it.
At all.
C.
OK so you can't drive a truck through a tundra, even with snow tires. Apparently, the cold just shuts down the engine after a while. Getting stuck in a snowbank doesn't help either. One might have made the other worse, in fact.
He's not going to be able to get out of here without a car or a buddy, and he's out of nutrient pack. Hopefully someone with food or something comes through soon...
D. Wildcard! Forget it pals, this is Murderworld.